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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 2:37 pm
The silent hauntings of the forest were interrupted by hollow footsteps that crushed the fragile leaves that decorated the woodland floor. The darkness of the forest itself did not frighten the owner of those footsteps. He had no need to fear anything that was of this world, natural, supernatural, or otherwise. The figure emerged into a small clearing, his aura making him appear as dark as the forest itself. The scars on his body, the visible ones, were seen clearly, filled in with a new sort of color they did not have before. The winds blew alongside him, his only trusting companion...except for her, the unlikely ally he saw her as. But still, were anyone alive to be called his friend right now, it would be her. None other.
The long haired, ageless youth stood still for a moment. He his murderous intent would be glowing right now if ever that were possible, but in his eyes, there was only emptiness, a hollow, vacant space. His face was etched, like cold stone into immortal pain and wrath. He was hurt, lost, dark, and dangerous. But the dangers he posed were lost to the ten men that came out of hiding, surrounding from all sides. His eye scanned the men in his peripheral sight, the wind sweeping in a circle as he did so. He identified each one, not even trying to hide his disgust in them, nor his intent to kill them before they left his sight.
There were twins directly in front of him, both completely identical, except one had blue eyes, the other green. Probably the use of contacts, less likely a rare genetic coincidence. On the far left was bulky man, not a stranger to physical training. He had spiked armor over both shoulders, probably a melee fighter, obviously specializing in charging his opponents. To the right of the twins was a man with long blonde hair, made gray by the darkness of the forest. This man was lean, taller than the twins. His feet were wrapped....a kicker....probably a good one. The far right was occupied with a man carrying blades, and a lot of them. All throwing weapons though. His gut indicated he didn't have much physical prowess in close combat.
The winds returned calmly, no more threatened than its ally. Directly behind him was a man with red hair, wearing sunglasses. He carried a cane in his hand, he was obviously best at deceiving the eye, appearing to be blind, but using a short staff to attack his opponents. To that man's right was a firearms user. His guns were unique, but it was uncertain how this was so. No matter. To that man's right was was a man in a ge. A basic martial artists, probably a grappler since few of the others seemed to be in good shape for holding their foes in submission. To the red head's left was a one eyed man, appearing as nothing special. Probably the tactics coordinator. To his left was a relatively short man, clearly the most in shape individual there. He was an well rounded fighter from the looks of it.
The men approached within fifteen feet of the dark centerpiece, their intended victim. They did not speak, but they were obviously aiming to take something from him. A band of thieves no doubt, though clearly superior to average thieves. They probably weren't adept to actually killing, which meant their appearance merely demonstrated what they would resort to if they needed to. The dark warrior could avoid them easily, but his eyes spoke a different message. Though he was the intended prey, it was clear to see that he sought them out. He wanted bloodshed, so they presented themselves just in time. He frowned heavily and his eyes were only degrees away from striking fear into them, but since he had not yet made eye contact, they were saved from that much at least....for now.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 3:02 pm
The short warrior stood stiff as stone as silent death itself. These deaths wouldn't be silent though. These men were screamers, cowards, oblivious to the reality of dying."Give us what we want and we'll leave you be," the twins spoke out together, obviously thinking their was was cute. The others all chuckled at their meager request, but the man did not laugh. He found nothing cute nor funny about this. He just wanted them to die. And die they would. "One move," was his response. Then the silence lingered once again as the men stood in slight confusion for a moment. "....each." He continued, not making things any clearer as to what he was talking about. Uneasiness spread within the souls of the hunters, but adrenaline also. They're instincts told them they would have to fight. But a singular thought ran through each mind. One move for what? "One move....each...then you die." The uneasiness was replaced with anger as each man prepared for battle.
The short man finally moved, his hands curling like balls into fists. The statue was awake now. The winds rose once again as he began searching through these so called fighters. Who would be the first to move? Who would be the first to die? The lean blonde nominated himself, rushing in quickly. Fast for a human, slow for a warrior like this killer before them. The blond lept into the air and aimed a falling axe kick towards the silent warrior's left shoulder. Before he could adjust himself for the fall, his ankle was gripped tightly. He felt like there was a mechanical vice over his joint. Before he realized it was his opponent, he felt something drive directly into his torso. The black haired murderer held his right arm out, his first victim hanging lifelessly off of it. The blonde was centered on the man's arm, his hand, dripping with blood, coming out of the back.
The unified group of ten, so quickly cut to nine, stood in fascination and horror. It couldn't have even been a second, but their friend, most likely a long time companion, was now motionless, growing cold with death, and sliding off of his killer's arm like water. Whatever they came for....whatever they wanted....within that fraction of a second became insignificant. The matter at hand was now personal. They had to avenge their fallen brother, and they clearly they would. Nine against one was easy odds, and they found the scales in their favor.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 3:52 pm
The bulky man with spiked shoulders rushed in madly, clearly thick skulled and reckless. He charged, as expected, but was too slow for it to count. A sharp pain shot through his back. He froze in his tracks as he found the little man behind him, both bulky arms being pulled behind him. The pain came from his arms being drawn together and pulled back, beyond their natural limits. He wasn't even allowed to scream in pain. Just as his mouth opened, a foot was shot directly into his back, the shock thrusting his ribs out of his chest. His eyes went faint and his head limp instantly. The assailant released him, letting him drop to the ground on the softest bed he would ever sleep on.
The man with the guns fired simultaneously with both guns. The bullets exploded just as they reached their target, very powerful for bullets. But the killer wasn't even phased. He ran through the smoke and fire, a wire in his hands. Where they came from though was unknown. Running past the man, around a tree and back, he stopped directly in front of the guns, still foolishly extended. He wrapped his arms stiffly around them and without any signal snapped them at the elbows. The man howled in sheer pain, but that did not stopp his killer from backing away and making a swift jerking motion, which cued his head to be cleanly ripped from his body. There was another pause, confusion returning. No one was quite sure what had happened.....until they saw the blood dripping seemingly in midair. Not until then did anyone become aware of the wire. But how he had got it around his prey's neck made little sense. Hadn't he only ran past the man and around the tree? He couldn't have had enough time to wrap it around the neck as necessary.
As the headless body fell, the man in the ge and the short figher approached him together, the grappler appearing from behind, clearly to hold him. Right before he was able to grip the mute homopath, his chin was met with a skull crushing head but. He shrieked as a huge chunk of his tongue flew out of his mouth. The man in the ge had not stopped and was in midair, flying like an arrow with his left foot extended. Something caught his jaw and soon he was flying head first and not foot first. As something entered his mouth he felt his lower and upper jaw detached, his death almost instant. The grappler was still shrieking when the upper set of teeth of his partner entered through his forehead. And the two collapsed as such, one devouring the other.
A pair of kunai were caught on instinct, and returned to their master. The gluttonous blade thrower dodged easily, but found himself bumping into the very thing he tried to evade. The remaining four weapons in his grasp were casually removed as he stood in fear of the reaper before him. He did not scream or run, simply frozen, afraid. His eyes watched horrified as one was gouged out with his own kunai, and the other ripped out in a flash he could not catch. There was no painful shouting, but his body still fell limp, ready to receive the death he would not see coming. Whatever happened to him left him in several pieces, his head, arms and legs scattered like a pentagram, his middle body lying in the center.
The twins were now moving mechanically, not out of vengeance or fear. There was nothing they could do but fight. Even if they could speak, their words would no doubt be worthless. They were telepaths, trying to break the victim down mentally, but he approached them as if nothing were happened. Too late to make another move, a physical one, a smarter one, their heads collided with one another. The weak telepaths now appeared to be a severed Siamese twin sharing one disfigured head. Their body convulsed violently on the ground, a peeling noise shaking the air as their bodies were separated.
The tactician and the blind man stood still, ready to show this....thing what they could do. The blind man moved first, indicating the blind man move to the opposite side. Their best move was to attack from opposite sides...or so he thought. The cane was raised, a blade shot out from the base. The tactician withdrew from his back a dagger, just long enough to shoot directly through a man's torso. The killer moved like a god, grabbing the blind man's blade and inserting it forcefully into the tactician's neck. The force was so great, the man was carried backwards, the blade imbedding into the trunk of one of the pines. The blind man was completely unawares of his weapon being taken until he felt the burning snesation in his hand. Layers of his skin had been removed from the violent ripping of the cane from his arms. He lived long enough to feel this. Then, just like the blone man, arm went through his torso, but rather than come out through his back, it retreated through the front, brining with the hand his spinal column. A loud, cringing snap indicated the rough disconnection of his spine from his skull. His stomach and chest were ripped uncleanly, revealing everything under his skin that ws spared cruelty. But that mattered not for he was still dead, the last corpse.
The man with the bleeding arm, the long hair, the dark bloodlust, shook the loose blood off of his arm before he walked back into the woods, looking for something else to sever...something else to destroy...something else.......to kill.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 4:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 4:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 4:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 4:15 pm
< pirate Maybe I'll post.>>
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 4:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 7:12 pm
(( Although Ichi might never post in this thread IC...
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*rapes Keno* MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!! ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 6:09 am
Pharx entered the Darkwood Forest, looking for a place to rest. He didn't like places that were supposedly haunted, but they haven't posed any major threat yet. The floor of the forest seemed to be littered with shadows, giving Pharx the option of moving to the higher branches. Using a bit of Demonic Speed, Pharx runs up a nearby tree and backflips onto a thick branch, halting his foreward momentum. From this vantage point, the shadows seemed to stay away from him but they still followed along the ground. Jumping from branch to branch, Pharx continues to survey the forest for other signs of life. Creatures of the night were obviously heard but never seen, having heard a werewolf earlier. As long as it stayed away from Pharx, he had no problem with it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 9:33 pm
Akito kept his trail behind, watching the figure continuously. He did his best to keep quiet under the branches. He didn’t want to show himself just yet, he only wanted to watch and study. Once the figure stopped into the clearing, Akito ran up the side of the nearest tree landing on a branch. He kept his watch closely to make sure that no one had noticed him yet. Akito’s eyes turned from yellow to white.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 10:52 am
Deep within the forest a blinding light penetrated the darkness, this light spread to a 100 yard radius as a large golden gate appeared at its epicenter. The gate slowly opened and immediately swallowed the light; a shadowy figure emerged from this gate and stept into the dim sunlight. As light touvhed its skin the fgure gave way to a man, he stood 5'9" had dark clothes and two swords, one with a black blade the other with a blade of gold, each was sheathed and unnoticed by its master. His purple hair fell in his face and he moved a hand to push it away.
Suddenly he stopped "Wait why do I have hair, and a face, and a body?" he asked himself inspecting to make sure he wasn't dreaming. As he became sure he wasn't imagining things a smirk twisted this man's lips but it wasn't a sinister expression it seemed to fit his face and his eyes showed his elation. "I'm back." was all that escaped his mouth as he began to wander the forest.
After several minutes of walking the man sat down gazing at the world with his red eyes "I wonder if I still have my power.." the man asked imself and closed his eyes. Suddenly horns erupted from his head and dragonish wings sprouted from his back, his fingers extended into claws and his teeth enlonggated to fangs, his eyes gave off a red glow as he stood "Perfect, look out world Yenek Vakgahna has returned." the demon stated then spread its wings in search of the people of this world it took off quickly soaring above the trees it spotted a tall tower and flew in that direction.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 10:05 am
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